The smell of bullshit....
In the light of recent (and all too often) experience, I want to make one thing clear: my bullshit detector is second to none.
Tea and wine tasters have nothing over me. I can smell a million shades of bullshit, and see it a mile away.
This is partly why I get so annoyed when recent "graduates", foolishly thinking themselves lord and masters of the intelligencia, try to pull one over on me. There's nothing quite worse that being on the receiving end of bollocks, and enduring the smug satisfaction upon the communicator's face as they revel in their wildly inaccurate belief that they're telling you something new/made-up. They are, in effect, saying you're stupid. Do they think I was born yesterday? Do they not realise just how well-battled a skeptic I am? How logical my cogitative faculties? That I know what a dangling modifier is, or correlative conjunction for that matter. If you push me, I can even tell you the difference between a gerund and a present participle?
Of course, polite gentleman that I am, I rarely proffer the retort they so richly deserve. I recall Richard Dawkins mentioning in his book Unweaving the Rainbow, in the chapter entitled Hoodwink'd with Faerie Fancy, how children of a certain age can't believe that anyone knows anything other, or more, than what they know. This happens either before, or after (I forget), they become completely gullible and believe anything anyone tells them. Most of us grow out of that. Some don't.
Anyway, let them have their cake. Mine's home made, organic and there's nary a humectant in sight!
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